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My eyes flick to the clock and then I map out the address.
It’s so fucking far away.
“Earth to Cinnamon!”
“Hey, Olive, sorry. That job I told you about is today and I just got the details,” I explain through the phone.
I will not have time to change.
Thankfully my chef coat is behind me, but it isn’t the cleanest.
That will have to work.
“Boo! You still have to come to my show tonight when you finish! Your name is with the door guy, Steve. I feel like you have been avoiding me.”
I groan. “Buuuut.” I don’t want to explain it’s only Durian I’m avoiding.
“Consider it a celebration for your first successful dive into small business-ship. Just be careful, don’t accept any drugs from strangers. There’s been some weird shit going on.”
Anxiety propels upwards, bile rises into my throat, but I swallow it down. “I don’t do drugs,” I say distractedly as I type out a response to the email.
I will be there. Enroute to the restaurant now.
-Cinnamon
“I know, but one can never be too careful. It’s been scary. Someone croaked halfway through our set.”
Her words don’t really land, my mind preoccupied. “Fine, I’ll come after I am done with this. Love you.” I end the call before Olive can ask me any questions.
And then I slam the screen shut and hightail it the fuck out of my apartment complex.
The one positive of this being thrown at me is I don’t have time to think about how unprepared I am. About how the fifty dollars will barely cover my gas.
He still didn’t tell me what to cook either. Or if he has any allergies…
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Just a Dash of Cinnamon
Cinnamon
By the time I slam into the parking lot of the restaurant, I can acknowledge I am running late. Sprinting to the front, I accost the hostess.
“Mr. Jack, I need him now!” My hands slam on the podium.
The poor girl is clearly taken aback by my tone and stumbles, knocking into the vase behind her.
Crash!!
“Who–who is Mr. Jack?” she asks in a panic, attempting without fruition to save the destroyed vase.
Fuck! I don’t have time for my bad luck. I shouldn’t have asked for cinnamon.
“Just tell him never mind!” And then I am sprinting back to my car.
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Pulling up to the address, I find an actual mansion.
